Then Kiss Me (15 page)

God, he felt incredible.  I slid my hands down his back, able now to enjoy the artistic perfection of his flesh and muscle.  I stopped when my hands cupped his ass. 
Mmmm
…I could tell it would take a damn long time to get tired of this boy…if that were even possible.
   We didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but I became even more aware of the music now, unimpeded by our lack of motion.

Then I heard him say, “My God,” but it was muffled by the bedspread.  He rolled off of me and pulled the covers down, patting the sheet, inviting me next to him.

We face
d
each other, heads resting on the pillow, nose to nose.  I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed.  I smiled, breathing in his smells, and opened my eyes again.  Yes, this was real.  He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through my hair, drawing it back away from
my face.  He smiled back at me as the CD switched to the next song.  In the silence between the two songs, I could hear the party raging below.  But it was no rival for the party storming through my heart.

Chapter Eight

SCOTT HAD BEEN
holding me closely, an intimate feeling I hadn’t enjoyed in a while.  For quite some time, we just lay there, listening to the music, letting our breathing slow.  Finally, though, he said, “
Y
ou
damn
near killed me.”

I felt my brows knit and I moved my head so I could see his face.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grinned.  “Fuck.  That has to be some of the best I’ve ever had.”

I laughed, resting my hand on that perfect chest.  “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

His smile waned. 
Oh, shit.
  I’d
misstepped
.  Maybe Scott and I could play sarcastic joking buddies in the kitchen, but apparently
in
the bedroom
it
was off limits. 
“All
what
girls?”

Could I save the moment?  I touched his cheek. 
“Never mind.
 
Just a bad joke.”
  He grew quiet again, the pain in his eyes slowly fading.  I moved close to him again, my leg resting on his, my breasts pressed into his chest.  I hoped the moment had passed, but I didn’t know for sure. 
Then, though,
I felt his hand moving up and down my forearm, assuring me that he was okay.  And then I felt like I could stay here forever.  I sighed and breathed.  “I
really
needed that.”  I moved up and kissed his neck.  When I looked at him, his eyes were closed, but I was pretty sure he was still awake.  I whispered in his ear.  “You
are
the best I’ve ever had by far, and that’s saying something.”

I looked at him again.  His eyes were closed but he
’d started
smiling.  I moved my leg so it was no longer draped over his leg but across his groin area
, my pussy mashing into his hip.  He’d taken the condom off earlier before pulling
me into his arms, and his
cock
was resting, but I wondered if I could perk him back up.  I was ready for round three, just from thinking about it.  We still had plenty of music to fuck to, and I couldn’t get enough.  I kissed Scott’s ear and his neck and
,
yeah
,
I felt the stirrings of another hard on against my inner thigh.
  He grabbed my head and planted another passionate kiss on my lips. 
“You liar.”
  He grinned,
then
kissed me again, and
in seconds
he was rock hard again.

“
Mmm
, baby,”
I said
. 
“Where you keeping those condoms?
”

“The wallet there,” he waved his hand toward the nightstand.  Good—he wasn’t objecting.  He turned on his side to face me and kissed me again—a sweet but firm kiss—and I was all for it, but I wanted to make sure he really had it in him.  So I traced my finger down his chest, his stomach, down to his lovely cock, already straining against my fi
ngers.  I brushed my fingernails against its length, just to tease him, and then brought my hand back out from under the covers.  I broke away from his kiss and stuck my thumb in my mouth.  I waited until he opened his eyes to see what I was doing.  When he did, he smiled but said nothing.  I withdrew my thumb and moved my face back to his, licking his bottom lip with my tongue while I shoved my hand back under the covers.  This time I gripped his cock and swirled my wet thumb around the crown, caressing it until his jaw slackened.  Then I shoved against his shoulders, urging him to lie back against the bed.  I straddled him and opened his wallet.  Next to a wad of cash were two more condoms. 
Two more?
  I suspected neither of us could go one more time after this one, but it never hurt to be prepared.

I hadn’t rolled many co
ndoms
before, but I wanted to try.  I grabbed the tip in between my thumb and index finger and held it up to his cock, then rolled it down with my other hand.  He wasn’t wincing in pain, so I must have done it right.  I leaned over and brushed his chest with my
lips.  Then I kissed his lips again and I felt his hands
graze
my breasts.  I sat up and slid him inside, groaning as I took in his entire length.  “Shit,” I said, unable to keep my mouth shut.  He felt incredible…he felt
right
.  And my ego let me believe that maybe I
was
one of the best he’d ever had.  If that was the case, I wanted to make sure this one topped our last one. 
That
was my ego.  I grabbed his headboard and began rocking, slowly at first, building, watching him come close
r
with each gyration. 
Every time I rose up, I would spin my hips as I glided back down, consuming him.  I felt his hands on my hips, but then they slid up my back, and I could feel his fingertips pressing into my flesh.  I started thinking that these were the hands of that drummer I’d seen a couple weeks ago
, remembering
the precision percussion he
’d
delivered making musical masterpieces…and those goddamn hands were on my back right now, giving in to my desires, melting into my flesh.  I cried out at the thought as I maneuvered his cock into just the right place by the motion of my body.  I gripped the headboard even tighter, now slamming myself down onto him without any finesse.  The animal in me was blind now and just needed ultimate satisfaction.  Now there was no twirling, no tilting, just driving him into me where I could feel his fullness and I could collapse against him.  And while I was falling into that maddening climax, he came too, but I could only tell by his silence and the way his eyes fluttered closed.  His hands stopped moving too, just continued to press into my back until I could move no more.

I rested my forehead on my arm which still held tightly onto the headboard.  My breathing was slowing somewhat and I finally let out a long sigh.  Yep…I knew now there was no way I could do this again tonight.

Well…maybe in an hour or so, but I had to go to work at some point.

Exhausted, I lifted myself off him and lay back down by his side.  His eyes were closed, but there was no mistaking the slight smile on his face.

After a while, he pulled the condom off and then rolled over to face me.  “You’re insane,” he said.  He pulled me close to kiss me, and it was one of the gentlest kisses I’d ever experience, from him or anyone else.  I melted in his arms.  “You wore me out,” he whispered and rolled onto his back, inviting me to rest my head on his chest.  I lay there, listening to his slow breathing, hearing his heart beat.  And the whole time, all I could think was what a
beautiful man this guy was.

I took the opportunity to finally scope out his tats. 
I’d seen the couple on his forearms and the ones on his upper left arm, but nothing else.  I was surprised he didn’t have more.  Arms like his
could pull off any amount of ink, as far as I was concerned.  I wanted to see his
upper right arm,
but it was on the other side.  I’d only been able to see that it was writing.  On his chest, he had multiple tattoos, but one of them
, the biggest one,
was
an homage to the old eighties
mech
album art for Judas Priest.  I couldn’t tell what the hell the creature was supposed to be, but if I hadn’t been familiar with Judas Priest’s music and album art, I would have sworn this belonged on one of their CDs.  I resolved to check out his arm later to find out what words he’d had permanently inked into his skin.

In the meantime, I decided to just rest my head against his chest.  My fingers, as though with a mind of their own, were swirling the tiny course hairs on his
pec
, but my thoughts concentrated on what had just happened.  As I lay there, I realized I was starting to fall in love with Scott.  The thought horrified me.  I’d just escaped a relationship that had revolved around the
idea
of love.  I’d stayed with Barry long after I should have left out of respect for the love I’d had for him at one time
…or
thought
I’d had or should have had.  Still…what I was feeling for Scott
was an emotion I couldn’t just push aside.  I tried to analyze it.  Maybe I had already been falling for
him but the physical attraction had stopped me from realizing it.  Or maybe it was the physicality that had cemented it. 
Goddamn it.

What the hell was I doing?  I wasn’t ready for a relationship.  Not even close.  I
was
insane.  That much I knew for certain.  And I couldn’t let Scott know what I was feeling.  If he was smart, he’d think I was a fool…at best.

I took a deep breath.  “Scott?” I whispered.  He didn’t answer, confirming my suspicions that he’d fallen asleep.  “Hey.”  I tried one more time, just to be sure.  No response.  I breathed a slight sigh.  Then, taking my time so I wouldn’t wiggle the bed, I squirmed out of his arms and sat up.  Then I inched out of bed.  But I could still feel him, smell him,
taste
him.  Jesus Christ.  I had to get out of there.

I sat up and found my clothes, some on the bed,
some
on the floor.  I stood up and started getting dressed.  At one point, Scott moaned and rolled on his side but stayed asleep.  I realized that the music
had ended, but I couldn’t rememb
er when it had.  I could still hear the party going strong downstairs.

I finished tying my shoelaces and stood up.  I blew a kiss and whispered, “Goodbye, sweet prince.”  Well, if
that
wasn’t hokey…  I started tiptoeing toward the door and then thought I should write a note.  I could keep that lighthearted and I could make sure there wasn’t any flowery love through it, but I also hoped it would keep me from seeming like a huge slut.  And, finally, I hoped it would also keep him from feeling used, considering David had said women used the poor guy all the time.

But
fuck
.  I could see why.  Jesus.  The guy was an incredible lover.

I shook my head and started looking around his room for something I
could write with.  I walked over to his desk and opened the top drawer.  I got lucky.  There was a small notepad and several pens, so I ripped out a sheet of paper and wrote on it, “Scott, I had a great time.  Thanks, Casey.”  Did that seem too clinical?  Was it not caring enough?  By the same token, did I dare risk showing my true feelings?  No. 
Fuck no.
  That was good enough.  But then, at the last second, I decided to add something.  Under my name, I wrote, “P.S.  I MEANT WHAT I SAID.”  That didn’t throw the whole
love
thing out there, but it did let him know I thought he was a fantastic fucking lover, and should he want to have another bout, I was all game.

For now, though, I needed to get the fuck out of there.

I propped
the note up against the lamp, tiptoed to the door, and opened it with care and precision, careful to be quiet.  It squeaked a little, but what made me more nervous was the swell of the party noise rushing up the stairs.  In fact, that noise drowned out the door squeak.  So I shut it as quietly, but as quickly, as I could.

I walked down the stairs, trying to act like a normal person, but I knew I had to be beaming from ear to ear.
  Before going anywhere else, I stopped off at the restroom to check how bad I looked.  I should’ve thought to look for a bathroom upstairs, but it was too late.  It didn’t matter, though.  No one was in the downstairs one.  According to the mirror, I was none too worse for the wear.  My hair fell back into place with just a little bit of help from my fingers.  A little mascara
or eyeliner (I wasn’t sure which)
was smudged right under my eyes so I blended it in with my fingertips.  The worse problem was the stupid telling grin on my face.  Even when I could force myself not to smile, my eyes twinkled and
,
shit
,
e
ven my skin glowed.  How the hell could I hide that?